Friday Fictioneers – Anywhere


The sun’s rising and there’s a plane waiting. Direct flight to anywhere.

I don’t have to see the rotting rafters. I don’t have to feel the cars roaring past the paper-thin wall.

I just close my eyes and think of the plane.

Red-orange light shines over the black runway. I get on the plane and we start to move.

Faster. Faster. Past buildings, past grass, past trees.


Past clouds. Past sky.

The whole world is spread out like a map below. I can go anywhere.

A car alarm goes off, but I don’t hear it.

I’m on the plane.

Word Count: 100

This is for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rocelle Wisoff-Fields for running the challenge and Rich Voza for the prompt photo!

31 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Anywhere

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    1. Thanks! The word count, as always, made things a little hard to squeeze in, but I was trying to convey that they lived in a slum-like condition and dreamed of flying away.


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